Greg

Date: 4/11/2019

He summoned me somehow, with his will. His hair freshly cut. His 6”2 frame lean and hard. He called to me and I came,per usual. It’s been a while. His arms held me tenderly and without force. He kissed me gently, sweetly. I was receptive. He assumed we were back together. His hair longer and just as blonde, like a Nordic god. Before this, I ran like the wind. Not to escape but to run to opportunity. I felt a happiness that mimicked my day yesterday. A day of peace...and palpable joy.